The Unusual Lovers
I stand here alone, on the
edge of madness. The hours and minutes of the last combined days seem a
blur of chaos and confusion. Reluctantly, I delve back into memory and
begin to tell my tale...
It was a friday just like
any other. Maria called me around 7 p.m. and asked if I wanted to go out
drinking with her. She was a party girl and I guess I was just a tag-along.
She never seemed to mind. I'd just broken up with Steve and was still kinda
sore. I never really loved him or anything I just like having someone around
that it's ok to cuddle with. I think he knew I didn't really care for him
but it never seemed to bother him much. I don't think he liked me at all
either...seeing as how he cheated on me and all. I didn't have any hard
feelings towards him...I never really had any sort of feelings for him.
I was going to leave him any ways. I just didn't know the right way to
say that I didn't really love him. I knew who I loved. He didn't feel the
same. I didn't have to ask I already knew. I just couldn't stand the thought
of being in a relationship with someone that I don't have any feelings
for.
We ended up drunk and walking
down main street. We had a total blast. Best time of my life. Then I saw
someone...I wasn't quit sure if it was a man or woman...my eyes were kinda
hazy from the drinking and I think I'd left my glasses on the crotch of
a stripper G-string. I remember something about his penis not being able
to see where it's going...that was just before we were kicked out for starting
what the bouncers called a fight but we called a beer wrestling contest
(we didn't have any mud). It was fun just the same.
I could almost make out the
mysterious figure now. It looked like a man but to soft and delicate. She
had short auburn hair...a shaggy moused up boys cut; with strawberry highlights.
Her eyes were either blue or green...I think. She had real glossy lips
and I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. She had small tits though, so
she could pull it off. She didn't look amazing but she did sort of have
a certain sparkle to her. She for sure looked better than I did with my
hair all ratted and my make-up smeared, besides that I was soaked in beer.
She didn't seem to mind.
She asked if it was all right
for her to sit with us. The place was packed. There must have been something
going. Then she said she was just in town to show off her bike. She had
a sopped up Harley. She talked about it for most of the a.m. hours. We
ended up talking about other things too. Like my work. I work in a pen
factory, I make sure all the caps are on, real fun job. We some how managed
to talk about it for at least an hour though. She turned out to be a real
riot. In fact I was having so much fun I didn't even notice Maria leave.
I felt bad about it when I did notice. Not just cause she was my ride home
either but because she was my best friend. My only friend really.
Violet said she would take
me to her place since neither of us seemed to know where I lived. Maria
took my purse just to be bitch. She's like that. Mostly I don't mind.
We sat just sipping coffee,
watching the sun come up. I remembered where I lived but it was too late
cause I felt myself drifting off in her patio chair.
I woke up in a beautiful
canapé bed. All of the sheets and drapery were white and the walls
were sky blue. There was a hardwood floor and a white throw rug by the
bed side. First I thought I was in heaven or maybe a real classy hospital.
She walked in with a tray
that had toast, ginseng tea, a dish of strawberries and a rose. I think
I was right the first time.
She sat on a chair by the
bedside, there was a little glass table there that she'd put the tray on.
She spoke very softly and said how this was her brothers place and she
was just staying there. He was off in Alabama on business. She said he
was an arcioligest and that's why he had such a girly place. We both had
a laugh. She had the exact same weird sense of humor that I did. She was
just great to be around.
I called Maria from there.
She still had my purse, so she had the keys to my place too. We agreed
to all meet for brunch. We went to a nice little restaurant, then the mall
and all just over the place. We sort of had a girls day out. We all ended
up back at Violets for drinks. Maria crashed on the kitchen table. We snuck
off to the bedroom trying to keep quit. We stayed up finishing the bottle
of daquery and then we started on the whisky shots.
There were strawberries leftover
from that morning, so she brought them in, she spilled some but it was
funny watching her try not to. She had chocolate too. Fondue. What a funny
sounding word. We were drinking and laughing and dipping our strawberries
and hands. We were very drunk. We both reached for the last strawberry
but she got it first. So I stood up and said hey I wanted that and grabbed
it from her as she was dipping it. She tried to take it back but I pushed
her down and sat on her arms and stomach. She really seemed to want it,
so I made a big show out of eating it.
Sucking on it and licking
it and I even dipped it again just cause it was so funny to watch her sqwerm.
Then when I finally did eat it and let her up she was so mad she held me
down and tried to take it right from my mouth. It was too late of course
but she still got the taste.
That was the first time I'd
been kissed by a girl. It didn't seem much different. I suppose her lips
were a bit softer. I felt odd after. I wasn't usually attracted to girls
but she was so fun to be with and I could see her nipples were hard, so
she must have liked it too. Maybe it was just the window being opened made
it too cold and she never seemed to wear a bra. I wonder why.
I closed the window and felt
her behind me. Her warm breath on the back of my neck, her breasts softly
rubbing against my back. I could feel her sliding her arm around me. Her
arm was hanging low and I could feel the tip of the bottle with the tips
of her fingers, the back of her hand, brushing up and down slowly, right
by my panty line. She asked if I wanted another drink. I figured I could
use it. That and if I didn't take the bottle she might drop it.
A few seconds later I felt
her lashes blinking on my cheek then she fell. I laid her in the bed and
took her cloths off, it turns out she didn't wear panties either. I didn't
mind. I took off my dress and laid by her side then drifted off. I woke
up to her rubbing my feet. I thought it was odd and it wasn't quit morning
yet. I asked her what she thought she was doing and she said she wanted
to repay me for putting her to bed. My feet were sore from all the shopping,
so I let her finish.
She started rubbing up my
legs. I was half asleep. Too tired to resist or even question. It felt
weird and tingly but I liked it. Then it was wet. I thought maybe she was
putting lotion on my legs but then I felt her in me. She was so good. I
didn't fight at first. I didn't want to. I liked her too much. Maybe I
loved her. I'd never loved anyone before. What if I was a lesbian!? Maybe
I was and just didn't know it. But how could I not know it!? She was now
licking circles around my belly button and then my nipples. She sucked
and licked at the same time, then she bit them. She was rubbing my thighs
and ass. She started fingering me too. She'd rub my clit and then pushed
two fingers of the same hand in me as deep as she could, she began making
circles around inside of me; each finger going the opposite way. She'd
done this before.
I told her that we should
stop. She said. I said we had to. I couldn't. It was wrong. She said she
couldn't stop. She liked it too much. And didn't I like it? I did. So much.
I could feel my juices running all over my thighs and the bed as I could
feel hers dripping down on me. I wanted her. I wanted to lick her and kiss
her and make love with her. It wasn't proper though. She told me she needed
me and held me to the bed. She pulled her fingers out of me and sucked
on them right in my face like I did to her with the strawberry. She licked
my cheek and rubbed her pussy and breasts against mine. She crawled on
top of me and pressed her cunt to my lips. I pushed my toung in her. Slow
at first. I didn't know if I'd like it. I did. I sucked on her click, then
bit it lightly. She moaned and moved down. She sat her cunt on my right
tit and road it. She came all over it. Then she licked it off.
I couldn't take it anymore.
I liked it but that didn't make it right. I rolled her over and licked
from her cunt to her neck and as she was touching herself I tried to run.
She grabbed me and wrapped me in the sheer white cloth of the canapé.
She tied me there to the bed post. She moved the cloth so my breasts were
out. She poured the fondue all over me and some on herself. I didn't realize
how hot it was before. She licked it off, biting me every now and then.
I was so wet. I felt it running down my thighs a little as she made me
watch her masturbate. She liked me watching. I could tell. She kept looking
at me, asking if I wanted to tats it and touch it, if I wanted to watch
her get fucked. I liked her talking bad to me. At the same time I didn't
though. It just turned me on more and I wasn't sure that was such a good
idea.
I told her I wanted to go
but she said she was having too much fun to let me just leave. She tore
the cloth from the canapé down and threw me to the floor. She held
me down on my stomach against the rug. It was soft but still bothered my
nipples. She started to spank me and yell at me for wanting to go. I think
it was then that I realized she seemed a bit crazy. I think I like though.
She licked behind my ear and grabbed my pussy. She whispered that she wasn't
sure what love was but she felt something for me the moment she spotted
me, then she admitted to seeing a table on the far side of the room. She
said she just wanted to talk to me. Touch me. Kiss me. Fuck me. I didn't
mind. I liked it.
She saw a bottle of gin under
the bed, we started taking shots out of each others mouths and belly buttons.
I don't remember much more of that night or the next 2 or 3 nights for
that matter. Only that I had the oddest sex and the best time of my life.
She truly was an amazing
woman. I don't expect that's how it starts for everyone but it's how we
started. It's how we always were. It's how we ended. Some people said it
wouldn't work but they don't know the love I felt sleeping in her arms,
if they did then they'd do everything in they're power to stay there. I
guess our time was up though. Maybe I'm just weak. Maybe I let her go out
of love.
She said she wanted me and
needed me and loved me but she couldn't stay like this. She needed to go.
I don't know where she went. All I know is that she left me here with my
eyes filled by tears.
Now I stand here alone, on
the edge of madness. The hours and minutes of the last combined days seeming
a blur of chaos and confusion. Reluctantly, I delve back into memory and
begin to tell my tale ... |
